Day 47: All Things Come and Go (Pt. Two)

I founded the writers club over at Podunk High School my senior year because I had a friend. This friend, who like me was a writer, said "Hey we should start a writer's club. I'm sure there are more writers in this place than just us." But then he said he wasnt good at official documents, and in the end, I put in all the work to found it, and then was Club President for the first year with the official title of "Ünther Fürher" (I think I spelled that correctly. I did Spanish, not German.) He on the other hand rarely showed up for meetings, and eventually it got to the point that people began asking why I was even bothering to use the title co-founder.

That was Senior year.

Something like two weeks ago, he was telling me of this awesome idea he had of starting a e-publishing company and I had a ton of ideas so I began sharing ideas and eventually he was like "Wow, this could really work. Wanna give it a shot?" I was like "Sure, why not!" (Feel free to laugh once you see where this is going. And at any point from there on out.) So we began cranking out details and such and details, had a face to face meeting even to work on the website etc. and so everything was looking good. Good enough to contact possible writers. So after I got 4 authors to verbally commit to publishing through the site (Who wouldnt?) Actually this is so good, I'm gonna get out of parentheses and go to a new paragraph.

DUN DUN DUUN!

Who wouldn't? First off, you get the title of PUBLISHED AUTHOR. There's no paper costs, you get to use anything you write, including those little short stories and poetry and chapter novels etc and you get a 80% CUT out of all sales of your works. It's a deal made in heaven.

So anywho back to what I was saying. I got 4 writers to verbally commit, and then one night, oh about three nights, maybe four nights ago, he goes "Oh I found this really cool place to make money online. I'm gonna do that instead of this publishing house, but I'll come back once I'm successful there."

If you haven't laughed by now, I don't know what to tell you.

This blog is not to bash the kid. There may actually be greener grass where he's going, and since there was a first time for this to be the second time, "Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice, shame on me."

So now I'm stuck with four writers, some details, no way to build a website on my own, and a bunch of other things I'll have to do that I wasn't expecting to do. On the bright side, I now get to unleash my full creativity on the project. And that includes the name.

Get ready for some awesomeness.

Are you ready?

Are you really ready?

Ok I'll stop the childishness.

Silvan Glo Publishing House

I likey =]. ANYWHO. Moving right along. I have an April 1 launch date set, completely disregarding April Fools Day because HA! I dont' need your April Fools. It's not a joke. It's going up. THIS WILL HAPPEN.

If I don't run myself into the ground being an assistant manager at Whataburger (50 hours a week) doing school (12 hours a week because I completely disregard out of class work and therefore only attend class) doing church worship band (no set hours on that actually) doing the record deal I got (no set hours thankfully) and everything else that pops up on my plate. I would mention family and girlfriend, but those go without saying, or really should.

Adios sleep.

And I got prayed for the other day in between services. Pastor Richie was in the green room with us talking about the service and some things that were coming up and randomly he asked me to stand because he had something that he felt he needed to pray over me (Sidenote: He planned to do it in front of the congregation during the first service. THANKFULLY that didn't happen). Hot destiny and Discernment. Hot destiny he didn't really understand fully, oscillating between a time of trials (oh joy) and a baptism of the Spirit (oh joy!) or even both. Discernment was on friendships. People are brought into your life, but at some point, some people have to leave; I shouldn't be afraid to let go, or so the word went. It reminded me of a Gregor Samsa lyric off the Rest album - "All things come and go but we won't break".

Praying for more clarity, but June may have been good practice. And those are words I don't want to say. Not here. Not now.

All things come and go, but I won't break.